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.'tis the time for the free for all.
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Please follow this format for prompts:
[Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Have fun!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Please follow this format for prompts:
[Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-09-05 05:38 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson + Liam Payne/Zayn Malik & Niall Horan, they all run competing food trucks
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Date: 2015-09-05 05:39 am (UTC)RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Even when you laugh, your heart can be hurting
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Date: 2015-09-05 05:39 am (UTC)RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, holding you close is like holding the summer sun
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Date: 2015-09-05 05:39 am (UTC)The Black Jewels series/The Last Unicorn, Molly Grue + Witch, unafraid
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Date: 2015-09-05 05:40 am (UTC)The Last Unicorn/Highlander, the unicorn + Methos, and which of us is older? it matters not at all
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Date: 2015-09-05 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-05 07:12 am (UTC)Fill: Favorite Things, G
Date: 2015-09-23 01:31 am (UTC)That’s where she is today, curled up on Capheus’ couch with her feet tucked under her and her head resting against his shoulder. He’s riveted to the television screen, though she’s come to visit him and seen it before so she knows he has to have seen this one a dozen times at least.
“Isn’t this wonderful?” Capheus asks her, a huge smile on his face when he turns to look at her. She can’t help but smile as well. His always cheerful smiles are infectious in the best possible way. “Van Damme is so strong! Every movement just makes you feel alive.”
Kala nods, happy that he’s happy. “He is that,” she says, and he laughs a little, leaning back against the couch. She moves closer, sighing in contentment when he wraps his arm around her shoulders.
Yes, this is her favorite thing.
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Date: 2015-09-05 07:19 am (UTC)Fill: Animorphs/Hunger Games
Date: 2015-09-05 10:52 am (UTC)Okay, some of those twenty-three people killed each other. But Rachel personally killed more of her fellow tributes than any other victor in history. There are Careers, and then there are Careers. If Rachel had been born into a world without the Hunger Games, Marco’s pretty sure she’d have invented them.
The Capitol is nuts about her. Maybe he’s meant to take it as some kind of compliment, the two of them being paired up. It feels more like a threat.
They’re sitting backstage in silence, waiting for Flickerman to call them on. Marco realises too late that he’s staring at her. She’s good-looking – seriously good-looking – but all he can see when he looks at her is that final shot of her in the arena, covered in blood and screaming triumphantly.
He looks up to meet her eyes.
“You want to be careful,” Rachel says.
Oh, okay. It’s not just Snow threatening him; he’s getting actual personal threats from the most murderous person in seventy years of murdering. Awesome.
“I’m always careful,” Marco says. “I mean, yeah, there was that one time I entered a murder competition, but other than that? Mr Cautious.”
Rachel rolls her eyes. “I’m talking about interviews.”
What? Yeah, interviews are dangerous, he knows that, but he really is careful there. They’re holding his mother hostage for his good behaviour.
That’s the possibility he’s clinging to, at least. That he just has to get through this to see her again. That she’ll be back after this round of tours.
“What am I doing wrong?” Marco asks. “I’m too charming and handsome, right? It’s not exactly something I can switch off.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to,” Rachel says.
Marco stares at her. “You think I’m too charming and handsome?” he asks, after a moment, just to be sure. Even though it seems like a question that’s going to get him stabbed in the neck.
“I don’t get the appeal,” Rachel says, “but the Capitol loves all your stupid jokes. Cut down on it.”
“Hey, I’m not trying to show anyone up here,” Marco says, holding up his hands.
“Wow,” Rachel says. “You’re an idiot. Do you actually not know what happens when you get too popular?”
Marco opens his mouth to retort, and then he closes it again. Does she mean...?
Yeah, he’s heard rumours. But he always kind of assumed it was only the girls who had to deal with that.
Rachel raises her eyebrows. “Oh, good, it looks like you actually are capable of shutting up.”
Marco looks curiously at her. He’s always assumed Rachel was eating this stuff up. He thought she was willingly in the Capitol’s pocket.
She’s... trying to protect him?
“I’ll be careful,” he says, after a moment.
“You’d better,” she mutters.
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Date: 2015-09-05 07:53 am (UTC)Fill: Sweet and Sour
Date: 2015-09-06 08:13 pm (UTC)Jason thinks he should have reconsidered telling Tim about the slight from Table 4. Especially when he had a French knife in his hand. “I mean obviously the guy has taste buds of lead,” Jason says. “Your paella is amazing.”
Jason’s not even being biased. Saveur, MetropolisPlate.com and The Gotham fucking Journal have all agreed that Tim’s paella is “a divine experience,” “riveting and extraordinary” and just “goddamn good.”
Tim’s food in general is widely accepted as goddamn good. When Sweet and Sour had secured Timothy Drake as head chef after his meteoric rise through the culinary world, Jason had been as jubilant as the rest of the staff, although admittedly as much because of Tim’s blue eyes and sharp tongue as his vaunted coq au vin and wild salmon with basil.
Jason’s only fallen harder over the past year and after the customer at Table 4 declared his entire meal from the paella to the lovingly hand-battered zucchini “distinctly underwhelming” like a condescending, dissatisfied food critic, Jason had almost put the guy's face through the table instead of taking his order for after dinner coffee.
“Harper!” Tim yells over the patisserie counter, “Give me that marble cake.”
Roy immediately plates one of the single-serving cakes he’s just pulled out of the oven and slides it across the stainless steel of Tim’s workspace. When Tim gets upset in the kitchen, shit gets set on fire. After the second time the fire department arrived, siren blaring—and was later placated with chocolate éclairs—Jason made sure the entire staff was trained to use the fire extinguishers and ran drills in the back parking lot with the leftovers from cocktails.
Tim pulls out his blowtorch.
“Whoa,” Jason starts to say but Tim directs the flame down at the cake, crisping the edges. He slowly pours an even layer of melted chocolate over the whole thing and lets it firm up as he zests an orange slice stolen from the plate of duck l’orange he was just about to order up for Table 9. Jason watches hungrily as Tim purées raspberries and mint into a sauce and drizzles it in angry red zigzags over the plate as a final garnish.
“Go give him that,” Tim says, shoving the beautiful cake at Jason. “And tell him he’s an asshole.”
I love you, Jason thinks, helplessly.
He must be projecting it kind of vividly through his expression because the angry corners of Tim’s mouth turn up. “I”ll make you one after close,” he says.
Jason leans over the counter to give Tim a peck on the lips. “You’re the best, babe.” He picks up the plate with reverent hands and kicks open the swinging kitchen door. That jerk at Table 4 is going to eat his words.
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Date: 2015-09-05 08:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-05 08:53 am (UTC)Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
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Date: 2015-09-05 08:57 am (UTC)Imagine it. A radio playing
and everyone here was crazy.
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Date: 2015-09-05 08:58 am (UTC)Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy
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Date: 2015-09-05 03:11 pm (UTC)Fill: Beside, Between (G)
Date: 2015-09-23 03:52 am (UTC)She likes these moments in particular, when the two of them are still asleep and she’s awake, because she can just look at them, feel them. Eliot’s hair is spread all over his pillow, tickling her nose a little every time he exhales. At any other time she’d probably swipe it away, punch him in the arm and tell him to keep his hair to himself, but she doesn’t.
This is her peaceful time. She doesn’t let the little things bother her because here she can relax and just be for awhile.
Alec’s arm tightens around her a fraction and he lets out a light snore before his breathing evens again. She snuggles down a little, entwining herself between them just a bit more, and closes her eyes. Maybe a little more sleep wouldn’t hurt. She is very comfortable after all.
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